Chapter 2! Yay! Oh, note to the readers: Please don't ask about Lifty and Shifty's dialogue. I just thought it'd be cool if they had Brooklyn accents.
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Flippy sighed as he watched the rest of his "friends" go about their business. Most were out having fun, a few here and there were getting killed- nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, he felt a longing to be like them. Just for once, he wished he could be truly happy instead of having to dwell on his memories. . .
Slowly, he reached into his coat pocket, and, making sure nobody was around, drew out a framed photograph. It had been taken years ago, at a time when he was actually peaceful, before his entire state of mind had been torn by war and death. The photo depicted Flippy, standing next to a female cat. Her fur was a light lavender color, although her eyes were a cold blue-gray. He had his arm around her, and they both looked happy. Flippy smiled in spite of himself.
Unfortunately, before he had the chance to put the picture away, Shifty and Lifty had seen it and had come over to decide if it was something worth stealing. "Whatcha got there?" asked Shifty, adjusting his fedora. His brother climbed up the tree behind them, in an attempt to get a better look from above. Flippy shoved the photo back into his pocket. "None of your damn business."
Forgetting momentarily that Lifty was behind him, he moved his arm slightly, giving the raccoon just enough time and space to grab the photograph. Flippy yelped in surprise. "Give it back, you fucking scavenger!"
The kleptomaniac simply laughed and climbed out of reach, glancing at his prize quickly. He giggled. "Who's dat? Ya girlfriend?" he inquired, tossing the fragile keepsake to his twin.
At this moment, Flippy was grateful only for the fact that he had fur- he could feel himself blushing furiously. "No, actually. If you must know, she's my sister."
Shifty looked at him skeptically. "Yer sista?"
"Yes!"
He snickered. "Right. Can you explain, then, why she's a CAT?"
Oh, shit, Flippy though. He fished for a quick explaination. "Um. . . Uh. . . She was adopted?"
The raccoon brothers laughed hysterically at this statement. Shifty recovered the quickest. Wiping tears of laughter from his eye, he retorted, "Yeah, sure. And I ain't got no criminal record, either!" This caused the twins to burst out in another laughing fit.
Flippy growled. Picking up his photo and putting it in its rightful place, he stormed off before they could stop again.
Fifteen minutes later, he trudged through the woods on the outskirts of town, muttering to himself. "Damn raccoons. . . God, why don't the people here just leave me alone?"
His rantings, however, were cut short by a barely audible sound from behind. Cocking one furry ear, he listened hard, reaching for a weapon. Pulling out a hand gun, he spun and aimed. His target whimpered.
Flippy slowly lowered the gun. "Oh. . . sorry, Cuddles."
The small yellow rabbit trembled in fear and shock. "I-It's okay." he stuttered. "Er. . . I just came to see if you were alright."
The bear veteran sighed. Again with the caring. But, truthfully, something deep inside of him felt thankful that Cuddles was there.
"Yeah," he responded, sitting on a log and motioning for Cuddles to sit beside him, "I'm good."
His companion did as was intended. "So. . . I saw you trying to get something back from Lifty and Shifty earlier. What'd they take?"
For a moment, Flippy wondered whether to tell Cuddles the truth. He decided the bunny could be trusted. "Oh. . . just this." He took the photo out and handed it carefully to his friend.
The bunny stared at it curiously for a moment, before asking innocently, "Who's that?"
Flippy smiled. "She was a really close friend of mine. . . we've kind of lost touch, though."
Cuddles smiled back timidly. "She's awful pretty."
He laughed. "I know."
What's her name?"
"Misty."
"Misty. . ." Cuddles repeated the name, looking at the photograph wistfully. He then turned toward Flippy, and blinked. "Did you love her?"
Flippy looked taken aback. He had NOT been expecting that question. He sighed. "Yes, Cuddles. I loved her very much."
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Flippy sighed as he watched the rest of his "friends" go about their business. Most were out having fun, a few here and there were getting killed- nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, he felt a longing to be like them. Just for once, he wished he could be truly happy instead of having to dwell on his memories. . .
Slowly, he reached into his coat pocket, and, making sure nobody was around, drew out a framed photograph. It had been taken years ago, at a time when he was actually peaceful, before his entire state of mind had been torn by war and death. The photo depicted Flippy, standing next to a female cat. Her fur was a light lavender color, although her eyes were a cold blue-gray. He had his arm around her, and they both looked happy. Flippy smiled in spite of himself.
Unfortunately, before he had the chance to put the picture away, Shifty and Lifty had seen it and had come over to decide if it was something worth stealing. "Whatcha got there?" asked Shifty, adjusting his fedora. His brother climbed up the tree behind them, in an attempt to get a better look from above. Flippy shoved the photo back into his pocket. "None of your damn business."
Forgetting momentarily that Lifty was behind him, he moved his arm slightly, giving the raccoon just enough time and space to grab the photograph. Flippy yelped in surprise. "Give it back, you fucking scavenger!"
The kleptomaniac simply laughed and climbed out of reach, glancing at his prize quickly. He giggled. "Who's dat? Ya girlfriend?" he inquired, tossing the fragile keepsake to his twin.
At this moment, Flippy was grateful only for the fact that he had fur- he could feel himself blushing furiously. "No, actually. If you must know, she's my sister."
Shifty looked at him skeptically. "Yer sista?"
"Yes!"
He snickered. "Right. Can you explain, then, why she's a CAT?"
Oh, shit, Flippy though. He fished for a quick explaination. "Um. . . Uh. . . She was adopted?"
The raccoon brothers laughed hysterically at this statement. Shifty recovered the quickest. Wiping tears of laughter from his eye, he retorted, "Yeah, sure. And I ain't got no criminal record, either!" This caused the twins to burst out in another laughing fit.
Flippy growled. Picking up his photo and putting it in its rightful place, he stormed off before they could stop again.
Fifteen minutes later, he trudged through the woods on the outskirts of town, muttering to himself. "Damn raccoons. . . God, why don't the people here just leave me alone?"
His rantings, however, were cut short by a barely audible sound from behind. Cocking one furry ear, he listened hard, reaching for a weapon. Pulling out a hand gun, he spun and aimed. His target whimpered.
Flippy slowly lowered the gun. "Oh. . . sorry, Cuddles."
The small yellow rabbit trembled in fear and shock. "I-It's okay." he stuttered. "Er. . . I just came to see if you were alright."
The bear veteran sighed. Again with the caring. But, truthfully, something deep inside of him felt thankful that Cuddles was there.
"Yeah," he responded, sitting on a log and motioning for Cuddles to sit beside him, "I'm good."
His companion did as was intended. "So. . . I saw you trying to get something back from Lifty and Shifty earlier. What'd they take?"
For a moment, Flippy wondered whether to tell Cuddles the truth. He decided the bunny could be trusted. "Oh. . . just this." He took the photo out and handed it carefully to his friend.
The bunny stared at it curiously for a moment, before asking innocently, "Who's that?"
Flippy smiled. "She was a really close friend of mine. . . we've kind of lost touch, though."
Cuddles smiled back timidly. "She's awful pretty."
He laughed. "I know."
What's her name?"
"Misty."
"Misty. . ." Cuddles repeated the name, looking at the photograph wistfully. He then turned toward Flippy, and blinked. "Did you love her?"
Flippy looked taken aback. He had NOT been expecting that question. He sighed. "Yes, Cuddles. I loved her very much."